"His name is Locke. Known as Steadfast. Full name, Steadfast Locke. These indigenous Undead tend to be quite casual with their names," said Negris, a note of disdain in his voice, although there was a hint of fear in his eyes.
It was the king who caught Negris, but it was Locke who had laid hands on him. That had been a humiliating experience against which Negris was utterly powerless. The only thing he could take comfort in now was the superiority of his own name. There was no other small victory to be had.
He hoped that the shadow of the king and that purple-gold bone would disappear completely. Negris prayed sheepishly.
Ange thought of another question: "What's the name of the king?" Ange had never asked the king's name before, simply referring to him as the king seemed sufficient. But now that they were on the topic, he thought he might as well ask.
